When Zhu Wuwu drove to arrive, Lin Yunlang had already arrived.

Lin Yunlang stood next to a silver-gray car, wearing a white shirt, clean, capable, and a standard successful person.

Xu is the reason why he has been in the mall for many years, Lin Yunlang looks like a dormant powerhouse in the animal kingdom, ready to wait for an opportunity to move at any time.

In short, it is a man.

"Big brother." Zhu Wuwu took his bag and walked over.

Lin Yunlang tilted his head and looked at her for a long time: "Don't worry, I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you would sell tears in front of me like before, it seems that I thought too much?"

Only in wishing no worries can Lin Yunlang hide the edge that has been involved in the world for a long time, and have a touch of human touch.

Zhu Wuwu lowered his eyes and smiled reluctantly.

Lin Yunlang said seriously: "Don't worry, I came here today to help your mother apply for medical parole, according to the normal procedure, we have to go first to submit a written application."

"Big brother, what is my mother's illness?" Zhu Wuwu frowned, her premonition was very bad, "Before I came, I checked, like my mother's situation, to be eligible for medical parole, can only be a serious illness, and there is a risk of death in the short term. Big brother, don't hide it from me, I'm mentally prepared."

Lin Yunlang paused slightly, and said calmly, "Don't worry, Aunt Weng has cancer, and it's terminal."

"Late? Has it spread?" Zhu Wuwu's pupils were shocked, and the whole person froze, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

Lin Yunlang nodded, "Hmm."

Zhu Wuwu's head exploded instantly, and tears fell without feeling.

Lin Yunlang came over and hugged her, patted her back gently and comforted: "Okay, no one can accept this kind of thing at once, but since it has happened, we have to face it bravely."

Zhu Wuwu wiped away his tears, sniffed and choked up, "I know."

"Let's go inside, then." Lin Yunlang took Zhu Wuwu's shoulders and walked in side by side.

Zhu Wuwu originally planned to go to see her mother, but was notified that the other party refused.

Maybe even Weng Xiaomei herself can't accept this cruel truth for a while, or maybe she's complaining that Zhu Wuwu hasn't come to see her for a long time.

When he came out, Zhu Wuwu was still blaming himself: "I shouldn't have stopped coming to see her for so long, after all, I am her only relative in this world."

Lin Yunlang persuaded her: "Okay, stop blaming yourself. Don't worry, a lot has happened lately, but I still have to advise you to think about everything."

"Well, thank you, big brother."

Lin Yunlang suddenly asked for no reason, "Worry-free, are you happy?"

Such a sentence came out crisply, and I didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Big brother, why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" Zhu Wuwu raised his eyes and looked at him.

Lin Yunlang was like a spiritual mentor, and said to Zhu Wuwu seriously: "Wuwu, if you are not happy to stay by his side, leave decisively, anyway, the child is not there. The result of the broken thread is nothing more than a repetition of the mistakes of the past. Some people, if they miss it, they should never cross paths again."

Looking at each other, Lin Yunlang's eyes were smeared with emotions that Zhu Wuwu couldn't understand.

「……」

May you be silent.

*

At this time, a familiar slightly mocking voice sounded: "It is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy one marriage." Mr. Lin, your big brother is really different."

Dressed in a tailor-made suit, Mo Sihan stepped out of the black car next to him, applauding his hands because he was too 'moved'.

This scene is reminiscent of bloody love triangle scenes, such as a man and a woman dating into a main room or something.

Zhu Wuwu was startled by the sudden voice and quickly turned his head.

It was Mo Sihan himself who was facing him.

Lin Yunlang smiled disappreciatively, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Mr. Mo, I heard that you have been living in a simple house recently, and it is more difficult for outsiders to see you than to ascend to the sky, but I didn't expect to meet you today."

Moth glanced at him coldly, his eyes thin and cold, as if he were looking at a cloud of inconsequential air.

Is this how he deals with people?

Probably 'politeness' is a lesson he hasn't learned well since he was a child.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

"Why are you here?" I wish you a worry-free sound like a mosquito.

"What? Can't I come?" Mo Sihan continued to speak in his weird tone.

Zhu Wuwu frowned, and immediately pulled down his face: "I didn't mean that."

Mo Sihan's gaze was glued to Zhu Wuwu, and he smiled at her: "Mrs. Mo, last night we were newly married, and you disappeared early in the morning, and you didn't say hello to me. Don't do that in the future, you know?"

Why did she have to say this in front of her eldest brother?

I wish you no worries and instantly red earlobes.

Show affection? Sprinkle dog food?

In fact, it's all quite bad, and Mo Sihan obviously did it on purpose.

Zhu Wuwu was dissatisfied: "Mo Sihan, I don't need to report my trip to you in advance, right?"

"What are you angry about? It's a little bigger." Mo Sihan reached out to smooth her long hair, and by the way, helped her get her long hair stuck behind her ears.

In the next moment, the strawberry mark on the neck that was covered by long hair was generously exposed to the air.

Mo Sihan turned out to be this purpose.

Lin Yunlang obviously noticed it too, and the fist in his pocket clenched, almost spitting the word 'naïve' on his face.

Unexpectedly, the powerful Mo Sihan would also have such a side, so he almost hung an oath on Zhu Wuwu's chest with the words "Mo Sihan's wife" written on it.

Zhu Wuwu's face turned red, and he put his hair down again to cover the strawberry print.

Lin Yunlang wrote lightly: "Don't worry, then the eldest brother will go back first, and we will contact us by phone if there is anything."

Zhu Wuwu nodded slightly apologetically: "Okay, big brother, be careful when driving on the way back."

"Okay." Lin Yunlang turned his head to Mo Sihan again and said, "Mr. Mo, I'll go first."

See? This is the politeness and demeanor that a normal man should have.

Mo Sihan's childish appearance is like the president of vinegar essence.

Mo Si didn't smile at his skin, and put on a victor's posture: "Mr. Lin, go slowly, don't send it."

The turbulence in Lin Yunlang's eyes darkened, and he left without looking back.

It wasn't until he saw Lin Yunlang drive away that Zhu Wuwu was reluctant to retract his gaze.

I didn't expect that this small act of hers would also cause someone's dissatisfaction.

Mo Sihan's voice was low, and he coldly warned, "Good luck worry, take care of your eyes. Lin Yunlang's back doesn't have eyes, so I can't see your eyes."

His words are really poisonous, is it to show his solid language skills?

Zhu Wuwu raised his head to meet his gloomy gaze, and his voice was cool: "Mo Sihan, Lin Yunlang is my eldest brother, can you be polite to him?"

Mo Sihan refused head-on: "It's okay to replace it with any of your other brothers, but he can't."

"Why?"

"What do you say?" Mo Sihan looked at Zhu Wuwu with suspicion, and almost charged her with disloyalty.

Zhu Wuwu's heart was on fire, and he protested strongly: "Mo Sihan, although Lin Yunlang is not related to me, in my eyes, he is my eldest brother, please don't disrespect him like this in the future, let alone be suspicious all the time."

The corners of Mo Sihan's mouth hooked, and he sneered: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I can't coexist peacefully with Lin Yunlang."

Mo Sihan's height of nearly 1.9 meters pressed her, invisibly giving her a strong sense of oppression, and he said anything casually, making her think that he was bullying her.

"You ......" came to an abrupt halt when the words he wanted to say came to his lips.

No matter how much you say, it will take a lot of words.

*

Inside the car, there was silence.

After a long time, Mo Sihan spoke again: "I wish you no worries, is it popular for women in these years to plant grass on the old ***?"

"What do you mean?" Zhu Wuwu turned his face and stared at him.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have hidden it from me, and secretly ran out to see Lin Yunlang early in the morning."

Zhu Wuwu's red lips hooked, and he gave him a good mind: "Mo Sihan, I advise you to go and treat if you are sick."

"Or blame me for not working hard enough to serve you well last night?" Mo Sihan deliberately accentuated his tone, and his tone sounded very uncomfortable.

Zhu Wuwu stared at him, and said in a flat tone, "Have you said enough? If you don't say enough, you continue."

Her appearance not only showed that she was tired of him, but also a little provocative.

Mo Si's cold and uncertain face looked at her coldly, as if he was looking at an ant that could be crushed to death at any time.

This woman is very unwell-behaved.

After being silent for a while, Mo Sihan said expressionlessly: "I wish you no worries, you are docile on the outside, but you are actually a rebellious on the inside."

"Thank you for your fair comment."

Mo Sihan was annoyed and embarrassed, and threatened her, "You have to get an inch again, believe it or not, I will do you in the car now!"

What? Is this going to stage a husband and wife blockbuster?

Zhu Wuwu stared at him with a pair of dead eyes: "Mo Sihan, I think you are really crazy, there is a hospital just when you turn right a hundred meters ahead."

After being quiet for a few seconds, Mo Sihan's mouth itched again: "I wish you no worries, what are you here for today?"

Zhu Wuwu sighed: "My mother has cancer, and it is still terminal. I'm here to help her apply for medical parole, are you satisfied?"

Mo Sihan's eyebrows and eyes were a little colder, and there was a mocking tone in his tone: "Let me remind you that the name on the spouse column is me, and it is not Lin Yunlang's turn to do this kind of thing."

Zhu Wuwu glanced at him, and muttered unhappily, "You don't want my mother to be well, do I dare to bother you with this kind of thing?"

This is true, as long as that person is Weng Xiaomei, Mo Sihan will not help.

"It won't be his turn to intervene." Mosi is a dead duck with a hard mouth.

The conversation between the two reached an impasse for a while.

Yan Qing, who was half a beat slower to react, pondered for a moment, looked back and forth in the rearview mirror three times, and was caught by Mo Sihan.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Yan Qing covered her mouth and coughed lightly: "Mr. Mo, do you want me to go down first?"

His reflex arc is too long!

Can't you hear that it was a husband and wife quarreling just now?

Mo Sihan's face was completely cold, like a layer of frost, and he said coldly: "Tired?"

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Yan Qing hurriedly admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo."